
Forward Youth
The past is often left behind, not forgotten, but simply slips away lost in the field of our remembrances. The young do not see the fields but only the trees and strive for a precise version of themselves. But in age, realizing that the field is where density is kept. Those icons can be chopped down and then burned without thought for what they once meant. As age creeps over, the fields begins to spread out around you, no longer worried about those trees, just a good life to live.




